"You..." President Ye was left speechless by his question.
"I don't care, and neither should any of you. My life is my own. Whatever happens in the future, so be it," Ye Xi said before heading upstairs.
The atmosphere in the living room was oppressive.
Once Ye Xi closed the door, she threw herself onto the bed and took out her phone to send Qiao Zhiyi a WeChat message.
Soon, Qiao Zhiyi made a video call.
"Back home?" Qiao Zhiyi was still in her white lab coat.
Ye Xi sighed, "It's so annoying."
"Did Ah Gui go to your place?"
"Yeah."
"Did it break down with your parents?"
"It's ridiculous. He actually said he wanted to take responsibility and marry me. Ha, I can't even. And my dad, every word he said meant that Ah Gui isn't good enough for me, but he still wants him to take responsibility. What do they really think?"
"What about you? Do you want Ah Gui to take responsibility?"